And imagine if you ALSO had a pound for all the people, like the guy up there ^, who assume that it's a physical expression of inner turmoil, anxiety, trauma, etc.?! I wonder if these people realise that they are literally just assuming this based on no evidence whatsoever, apart from a popular idiom for stress ("I was tearing my hair out")? I wonder if they realise that they are just parroting Freud's bullshit idea of "conversion syndrome", which has been scientifically discredited since forever?!
Honest to God, the shit I had to put up with as a kid (and as an adult, tbf) from therapists looking to extract some "repressed trauma", which just did not exist, based on their own whackjob assumptions - not the evidence - regarding what hairpulling "MEANS"... That profession desperately needs regulation, it's absolutely wild.
Anyway!
@Hungrycaterpillarsmummy ha, right?! "Have you tried just... not doing it?" Wow, thank you so much, you absolute genius, I would never have thought of that myself!
I am going to share with you a lil extract from my book-in-progress, which is about my experiences with trich (and the batshit theories people have about it). This bit is about my attempts to stop:
"I tried wearing a beanie hat constantly, even to bed. Ditto mittens. Ditto hat and mittens. I tried sticking long fake nails over my short ragged ones so I couldn’t grip any hairs (and promptly ripped them off when I realised I couldn’t fasten buttons or zips). I tried sticking plasters on all my fingertips. I tried throwing out all the tweezers in the house (much to the annoyance of Mum and my sister). I tried never being alone.
None of it worked, so I took it up a notch.
I tried punching myself after each pulling session (on my thighs, where no one would see the bruises). I tried sticking safety pins into the parts of my scalp where the tingly pull me! urges arose (my head was soon rubied with scabs). I tried slashing my fingertips with a razorblade. I tried cutting myself once after each pulling session. I tried one cut per individual hair pulled: tit for tat (the hundreds of cuts amalgamated into an oozing wound on my right thigh. Throughout the day, in a thwarted attempt to heal, thick scabs formed over my thin school tights. I had to rip them off to go to the toilet, and the whole bloody process would start again.)
None of it worked.
A thousand times, none of it worked."